Start: Forced by the family to become a magician

As soon as the white-haired old man's words fell, a cyan sword radiance shot out from the white-haired old man's fingertips.

Fang Mo's face turned pale instantly, and he felt that he was once again tightly bound by an invisible force.

Looking at the galloping cyan sword radiance, Fang Mo's heart was terrified, this was the biggest crisis he had encountered, as if he could smell the breath of death.

He could only frantically call out the Immortal Blood Lotus in the Dantian.

As if sensing Fang Mo's situation at this time, the Immortal Blood Lotus rotated again, and a trace of mysterious aura once again traveled throughout his body.

That sword radiance approached in an instant, and at the moment of a thousand shots, Fang Mo opened half of his body sideways, and the sword radiance penetrated his shoulder.

Fang Mo snorted and covered his shoulders.

Fortunately, the point was avoided.

Fang Mo showed an expression of the aftermath of the disaster.

Seeing this, the white-haired old man above chuckled.

A small Yuan Spirit Realm triple cultivator was able to break through the coercive confinement of the Yuan Spirit Realm.

"It's kind of weird."

After speaking, the white-haired old man held Fang Moling emptyly.

Fang Mo's body was instantly held by a terrifying force, and little by little it rose into the air.

A deep sense of powerlessness swept through his body, and he felt like meat on a chopping board, at the mercy of others.

This sense of powerlessness made Fang Mo extremely crazy.

Like a lit lead, fury swept through Fang Mo's body, and he couldn't move his body, so he could only stare at the white-haired old man with scarlet eyes.

"Say, what secrets do you have?"

The old man looked at Fang Mo in midair, ignoring his fury, and said in an indifferent voice.

Fang Mo just stared at the old man hatefully and did not speak.

Seeing this, the old man said without hurry: "If you can avoid one of my attacks with the Yuan Spirit Realm Triple Realm, and you can also break through my confinement, you must have a secret on you, say it, self-destruct your cultivation, I will spare your life." "

The words are high, self-abolition and cultivation, and sparing people's lives is like a gift.

Fang Mo was sad in his heart, he thought that he had obtained the Wanhua Blood Codex, and a path of the strong was in front of him.

Unexpectedly, not only did the enemy not die, but he would also die here today.

Thinking of this, Fang Mo's eyes were scarlet, his face was bruised, and he hissed: "If you don't die, you will destroy the Heavenly Sword Sect in the future!"

"Hmph, speak loudly! Since you are so stubborn, then the old man will give you death, and then personally pick up your secret!

After speaking, Volley slapped a palm towards Fang Mo.

Looking at the palm print coming from the volley, Fang Mo instinctively closed his eyes.

"Awkward... Such a good seedling actually let me meet, it really helps me! A

mournful voice came from all directions.

As the voice sounded, the pressure on Fang Mo's body suddenly disappeared, and then he was pulled by a strong force.

When Fang Mo opened his eyes again, he had already fallen to the ground.

The scene in front of him made him suspicious, and he saw a huge figure more than two meters tall and covered in black armor blocking in front of him.

What shocked Fang Mo the most was that the pressure that this huge figure gave him was not weaker than that white-haired old man of the Sword Sect that day!

The huge figure was wrapped with wisps of gray qi, and its whole body was covered with armor, only a few skin was exposed, but the skin exposed was actually blue-gray!

"Be bold! Who are you! The

white-haired old man's face was slightly gloomy.

The armored man remained motionless.

The white-haired old man looked at the gray gas wrapped around the armored man, as if sensing something, and frowned: "Corpse gas? At

this moment, a silhouette appeared at the mouth of the valley.

Looking at the silhouette, the white-haired old man's face finally showed a trace of solemnity.

The visitor was covered in black robes, and in a few flashes he had already arrived in front of Fang Mo.

Under the hood of the black-robed man, there was always a layer of black fog, Fang Mo couldn't see the other side clearly, he only felt a gloomy and cold aura sweeping through his body, and his meridians seemed to be frozen.

Fang Mo subconsciously ran the blood lotus and eliminated this breath.

"Well, such a strong bloody aura, so ruthless at a young age, not bad."

The black-robed man's hoarse voice sounded in Fang Mo's ears.

Then the black-robed man turned to the white-haired old man and said, "You can go." The

white-haired old man frowned at this time and looked at the black-robed man,

"Ten Thousand Corpse Sect?"

"Hehe, since you know my identity, don't you leave quickly? Why, do you still plan to get rid of the devil? The

white-haired old man was furious, "Dare to be so rampant in the territory of my Heavenly Sword Sect, you Ten Thousand Corpse Sect is so daring!" The

black-robed man didn't talk nonsense, and with a wave of his hand, the previous armored man pounced on the white-haired old man as if he had received an order.

Seeing this, the white-haired old man did not dare to be careless, his right hand opened slightly, and a long sword with golden light appeared in his hand.

With the influx of Yuan Power, the golden sword was golden in an instant, and the old man held the golden sword and flew towards the armored man.

Seeing the golden sword stabbing towards the chest, the armored man could not avoid it.

"Zheng!"

The sound of gold and iron resounded.

Looking at the swarthy armor covering the armor man's chest, the white-haired old man secretly cursed.

With a touch, the white-haired old man dodged to avoid the huge fist swung by the armored man.

The white-haired old man opened the distance and swung his sword to cut out a golden sword qi, which hit the armored man like a tickle, except for a little spark, it had no effect.

Seeing this, the old man's face was livid, and he continued to shoot out Dao sword qi, but he couldn't help the armored man who was covered in armor.

Unexpectedly, as if enraged, the armored man roared up to the sky, and his voice was like the howl of some kind of beast.

Fang Mo's face was pale, and he only felt that his head was as if he had been bombarded by an iron hammer, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

So powerful!

Fang Mo's heart was extremely shocked, this is the strength of the Yuan Realm, just the aftermath of the battle, he was seriously injured.

The black-robed man beside him felt something, waved his hand to lay down a layer of enchantment, turned his head to look at Fang Mo and said, "Protect the ear veins with Yuan Power."

Fang Mo could only do so.

Looking at the black-robed man beside him, Fang Mo's face was gloomy, he didn't know what the black-robed man's attempt was to save himself, it seemed that the black-robed man was not a good man and a woman, in case he just came out of the mouth of the tiger and entered the wolf's den...

As Fang Mo pondered, the battle in the distance had become white-hot.

The white-haired old man in the battle saw the opportunity and slashed a sword at the neck of the armored man.

The armored man raised his hand to resist, the old man raised his eyebrows, and the long sword shone with golden light, passing through the armored man's hands.

What is shocking is that by the golden sword, the armorer's palm only left a white scratch, and the skin was not scratched.

"Silver armored corpse!"

The white-haired old man exclaimed.

Immediately, the white-haired old man stared at the black-robed man with an ugly face, and said: "You can actually refine a silver armored corpse, Your Excellency must not be a nameless person in the Ten Thousand Corpse Sect, is the Ten Thousand Corpse Sect going to war with the Heavenly Sword Sect!" "

Oh..."

the black-robed man laughed evilly, beckoning the armored man back

, "Seriously, I can't represent the Ten Thousand Corpse Sect." I was just passing by here and happened to meet an excellent junior demon cultivator, and I couldn't bear that my junior demon cultivator was persecuted, so I came to the rescue. "

You!"

The white-haired old man's face alternated between blue and white.